Andy The Mushroom (J. Crockett)
Andy The Mushroom
He was a mushroom
There wasn’t much room
To be anything but a mushroom, Andy
He never learned to drive a motor car
But he went very far
Traveled the world with ease
Using the wind and trees, yeah
Andy the Mushroom he went through life with tiny hands
But he was in a big big band
And he could sing so high
He made the whole world cry
Andy the Mushroom, he was a preacher
He was a teacher, separating what’s wrong from right
Andy the Mushroom, he was a prophet
He couldn’t stop it, showing us the way to the light
Andy, Andy had a vision.
He saw the prison, the prison that is inside our mind.
Andy, Andy was a Mushroom.
There wasn’t much room
To be anything but a mushroom, Andy